I don’t understand why you don’t like me.
Why don’t you like me?
Am I so different from you?
Now does it scare you that I’m able to discern
What to love and what to burn?
I’ll add your fuel to the fire now.

Stand back,
Brother, take your hand back,
Leave it and I might crack
More than a smile or two.
You see.

You don’t judge what you don’t understand.
You can’t deny what has been given to me.